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to see you, OB.”
    â€œYou, too, Donny.”
    Joe makes a point of walking evenly and at a rigorous clip while he can still see Donny’s car, but when Donny reaches the top of the hill and then disappears, Joe stops the charade. He trudges along, each step now twisting some invisible screw deeper into his spine, and he wishes he’d taken the ride.
    He replays Donny’s comment about having too much to drink. He knows it was just an innocent joke, but Joe’s always been sensitive about his reputation and drinking. He never has more than two beers. Well, sometimes he’ll finish off his two beers with a shot of whiskey, just to prove he’s a man, but that’s it.
    His mother was a drinker. Drank herself into the nuthouse, and everyone knew about it. It’s been a long time, but that shit follows you. People don’t forget anything, and who you’re from is as important as who you are. Everyone half expects you to become a raging alcoholic if your mother drank herself to death.
    Ruth O’Brien drank herself to death.
    This is what everyone says. It’s his family legend and legacy. Whenever it comes up, a parade of memories marches closely behind. It gets uncomfortable real fast, and he swiftly changes the subject so he doesn’t have to “go there.” How ’bout them Red Sox?
    But today, whether due to a growth in bravery, maturity, or curiosity, he can’t say, he allows this sentence to accompany him up the hill. Ruth O’Brien drank herself to death. It doesn’t really add up. Yes, she drank. In a nutshell, she drank so much that she couldn’t walk or talk a straight line. She’d say and do crazy things. Violent things. She was completely out of control, and when his father couldn’t handle her anymore, he put her in the state hospital. Joe was only twelve when she died.
    Ruth O’Brien drank herself to death . For the first time in his life, he consciously realizes that this sentence that he’s held as gospel, a fact as verifiable and real as his own birth date, can’t literally be true. His mother was in that hospital for five years. She had to have been as dry as a bone, on the permanent wagon in a hospital bed, when she died.
    Maybe her brain and liver had been soaking in booze for too many years, and it turned them both to mush. So maybe it was too late. The damage was done, and there was no recovering. Her wet brain and soggy liver finally failed her. Cause of death: chronic exposure to alcohol.
    He reaches the top of the hill, relieved and ready to move on to an easier street and topic, but his mother’s death is still pestering him. Something about this new theory doesn’t ring true. He’s got that unsettled, hole-in-his-gut feeling that he gets when he arrives at a call and he’s not getting what really happened from anyone. He’s got a good ear for it, the truth, and this ain’t it. So if she didn’t drink herself to death or die from alcohol-related causes, then what?
    He searches for a better answer for three more blocks and comes up empty. What does it even matter? She’s dead. She’sbeen dead a long time. Ruth O’Brien drank herself to death . Leave it alone.
    The bells are ringing as he arrives at St. Francis Church. He spots Rosie right away, waiting for him on the top step, and he smiles. He thought she was a knockout when they started dating at sixteen, and he actually thinks she’s getting prettier as she ages. At forty-three, she has peaches-and-cream skin splashed with freckles, auburn hair (even though these days the color comes from a bottle), and green eyes that can still make him weak in the knees. She’s an amazing mother and definitely a saint for putting up with him. He’s a lucky man.
    â€œDid you put in a good word for me?” asks Joe.
    â€œMany times,” she says, flicking holy water at him with her fingers.
    â€œGood. You know I need all